Ragging
Universities and campus prepare their grave,
In the guise of education they put front brave,
Bur on ground of morality they cave in,
Line drawn clear but education thin,
Great fall in standard and knowledge lagging,
More efforts on fashion and thrust on ragging,
Many loose their lives on name of flogging,
It is blot or shame and prestige more dragging,
From a distance some movement I saw,
Senior hitting junior with his fist on jaw,
Not knowing what? Junior bowed and beg,
Saw I senior pouring liquor from peg,
All students shouted and danced with joy,
Entrant was unaware and cried like boy,
This was great fun as if playing with toy,
Humanity at loss and disgrace they enjoy,
Student suffered injury with eye lost,
Life became hell as faced humiliation most,
Blind he became with life at cost,
Protest, uproar, outcry still no penalty post,
Even females not by boys but girls spared,
Forced to remove cloths and honour not cared,
Parade them in open with body made bare,
Not shamed by self but make others aware,
There is race in campus to corner any miss,
Who will venture first for open kiss?
Such is scene and action so childish?
No steps being taken with argument foolish,
Poor boys and girls enter with high hope,
Bright carrier, idea golden all of sudden flop,
Some jump in water and few commit suicide,
How to face crime not been able to decide,
Inhuman act persist and still prevail,
No option open as how to education avail,
Who do we blame? Society or parent,
Weaknesses still remain as quality inherent,
Precious lives lost with strict laws present,
Zeal for study and respect remain absent,
Why these continue if there is consent?
Why no public opinion who always do resent?
Ragging should be banned with stringent action,
Punish guilty with heavy
Dare anybody in future must face complete ouster,
Dire with consequences and no escape from cluster,
Neither it is simple an act of joking,
Nor it is pleasure with act of smoking,
All we need is strict laws invoking,
Ban rude elements even need poking
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ragging Menace
How can you ever rag a fresher, say,
When he or she is new to college, aye?
Each life is equally priceless today;
You don’t have right to talk, your hand to lay!
Yes, seniors rag when juniors in fear stay;
They do or say whatever: come what may;
For nasty things, they have a price to pay;
The age-old social evil stays this way!
But ragging is a menace and a crime;
It continues despite new laws with time;
The seniors want a jolly time and clime;
The silly habit is not worth a dime!
But seniors aren’t licensed to do such things;
Their words and actions at times simply stings;
They think freshers are servants; they are kings!
Yes, transient joys and thrills just ragging brings!
Who cares about the freshers’ temperaments?
They cannot keep their hair or wear garments;
They are victims of senior merriments;
Some lives end in gruesome experiments!
Yes, seniors want juniors to them respect;
Their ways are harsh and ill-feelings inject;
If guilty, college can them well eject;
But ragging is something all well reject!
The habit is an evil that must stop;
Arrests can be effected by a cop;
Punished are all from bottom to the top;
Yet, anti-ragging measures sometimes flop!
A change in attitude is needed fast;
The menace is much better than in past;
A mutual love and respect must well last;
Friendship will end this evil that’s aghast!
“Ragging is a crime; ragging is banned for all times! ”
dedicated to all well-behaved college students
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-09-11
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Adult Education
Its afternoon in the homeroom and theyre about to let you go.
And the locker slam on the plan you had tonight.
Youve been messing around with a boyfriend maybe better left alone.
Theres a wise guy that you know could put you right.
In the lot the boy thats idling by doesnt rev your heart.
Cause its only lonely spots he shares with you.
And the long halls and the gray walls are gonna split apart.
Believe it or not theres life after high school.
The student bodys got a bad reputation.
What they need is adult education.
Back to school its a bad situation.
But what you want is an adult education.
The teacher dont know about how to deal with the student body.
And the underclassmen are flashing hot and cool.
All your girlfriends care about the watch you wear and theyre talkin about it.
Believe it or not theres life after high school.
Theyre calling it a preparation.
Youre waiting for a separation.
Youre nothing but another odd number,
Memories that you wont remember.
So you got a little education.
And a lot of dedication.
But you want a little night school.
Maybe some of it will rub off on you.
The boys are busy in the mirrors.
Trying to imitate their heroes.
You make it with a false surrender.
More memories you wont remember.
The senior with the junior misss
I wonder what the junior wishes.
That she could graduate to adult.
That she could graduate to adult kisses.
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Education Celebration
(An 'Education Week' Rap)
Education, education;
There's nothing quite like education!
It gives you hope and lets you cope
And offers great remuneration.
Education, education;
The path to many a great vacation;
A fancy car and caviar;
A life of fun and relaxation.
Education, education;
Provides a firm and strong foundation
For better lives improved by drive,
By effort and by motivation.
Education, education;
Sing aloud in exultation!
And when you pass that final class
We'll shake your hand in admiration.
Education, education;
Requires a lot of perspiration.
You can bet - a lot of sweat,
And just a pinch of inspiration.
Education, education;
Let's all sing in jubilation!
For, those who strive and have the drive
May someday own a 'corporation'!
Girls Get The Bass In The Back (feat. Bounty Killer) (Hey Baby Remix)
Hey baby, baby (4x)
All the boys say
Hey, hey... (2x)
All the boys say (3x)
Hey, hey... (2x)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
I'm the kind of girl
That hangs with the guys
Like a fly in the wall
With my secret eyes
Taking it in
Try to be feminine
With my make-up bag
Watching all the sin
Misfit, I sit
Lit up, wicked
Everybody is surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty words
I'm just sipping on chamomile
I'm watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
I'm the one they feed upon
Give a bit a star is born
And if you have enough you'll get the pass
And you can tell your friends how you made it back
No matter what they say I'm still the same
Somehow everybody knows my name
And all the girls wanna get with the boys
And the boys really like it
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
hey, hey... (4x)
All the boys say (3x)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
Jum, jum, jum, jum
Jump on the stage
Jump
Jump on the stage
Jump
Jump on the stage cause we going crazy
Afterward myself and one of them gorgeous ladies
There is no need to be actin' shady
C'mon baby, hey, hey baby
When you rock your hips you know that it amazes me
Got me off the hook and nutting else don't phase me
Can you be my one and only sunshine lady
If no, maybe, hey baby
Hey, hey... (4x)
I'm just sipping on chamomile
I'm watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
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A juvenile home
Why do they remain uncared for?
From where do they come from?
Why are they left at doors of juvenile home?
Who are to be considered accountable and be blamed?
The juvenile home is flooded with such children
They are left there to lead the strange life and barren
No doubt they are given proper care and treatment
It is blot on society and deserves condemnable comment
The love is blind but we are not aware of its consequences
There are many cruel attempts and has come out as instances
The homes are sometimes abused and children are put to shame
It is not only creating law and order from but has earned ill fame
Every day there is instances of child’s cry at door step
Helpless mother choose the early morning time for help
She has all the blessings for child but unable to retain
She has all the love but forced not to contain
Many countries have facilitated single mothers by law
They can lead honorable life and society too allow
Still their life is miserable and looked upon as shame
Men are roaming free and only ladies share the blame
They have still guts to stand alone and face the world
The society and people may not take them lightly and develop cold
They may face many odds much to their discomforts
They remain shamed all the times despite their best efforts
Somewhere we commit grave error and suffer
The male partner deserts and continues to differ
Under such circumstances the hell is let loose
You have no option left and unable to choose
It is with heavy heart that you leave new born
You are heavily over burdened and consciously torn
You may not want to leave the child at somebody’s mercy
You can do nothing at this stage except to feel pity
Juveniles homes are equipped tot tackle such issues
They make appeals and make periodical reviews
They too are blessed with public support to share the grief
Children get enough care and support and get good brief
The society has to share the burden and show the courage
They are future of the country and must be nicely managed
They may come out as good citizens or hard core criminals
Do we want to make them human beings or cruel animals?
Let us resolve to make it an ideal place to worship
The youngsters may commit the mistake for friendship
We are here to support such houses morally with all niceties
It has purpose behind and public utilities too
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Way back to past
Way back to past
Oh! Not pleasant to last
I hate them and refuse to invite
They burn me from inside and ignite
I want to bury them all
They are witness to my dawn fall
I have suffered a lot
Relentlessly on chase and fought
How they had made me insane?
I non existed as noble and humane
What else can be felt as proud?
I have nothing to claim it loud
You go away from me once for all
You were stumbling block and wall
I tried all the way my best to scale
You forced me all the times to fail
Not all might have faced the same
Why I should consider them same and blame?
I wish everybody to be happy at all the turns
Let happiness reach them with efforts in return
I was about to be finished
On brink of disaster and waiting to be perished
I lost no hope and stood ground well
Today I am here with different tale
It is sending me cold ripples
I shiver and fear from such tales
Why should it ever happen to anybody?
It can end some where tragic with somebody
I try to come back to present
I apply all force to make it absent
It is not going away easily
I helplessly watch it sadly
What have I to offer to my brethrens?
Never bother about past and happily return
Work for bright future and never look back
Make it enterprising with actions power pack
I had been failed to handle it successively
I was down and watched it passively
There was no other option open
I had no courage to face it even
You are all young, brave and gifted
You all know how to get yourself lifted
No one can stop you from past experience
Even though life may stand different or at variance
Even though I have suffered at cruel hands
I have made lot many well wishers and friends
They make me feel happy and at home
Always embrace with love and welcome
I have lost nothing in race
Today I feel proud with bright face
Even though past has remained elusive
I have gained a lot and massive
A good and lovely daughter on line
Always make me proud with all that is fine
I have remained thorough out as bad figure
But she is smiling there as my future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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More than award
How long will you keep me waiting?
All troubles are in abundance and waiting
I keep staring at sky for some solution
I find no answer or formula for dilution
It is another name given for life journey
You may always be kept short of money
Sometimes it may be unwanted accidents
Sometimes attacked by near by residents
Love is repaid in form of rude attacks
Simple allegations to keep lot more at stakes
Life is simple made hell for nothing
I continue to pray for something
It is chosen path to remain committed
Slight mistakes in earnest always admitted
Not giving a single chance for people to resent
I avoid presence and try to remain absent
It is not running away from the scene
Sometimes you are implicated for being seen
It may be sheer coincidence for your being there
Still you will be forced to commit somewhere
Such events make you to think fresh
You are not a part still they try to trace
A tail leading to your involvement
You are harassed and feel sorry for such movement
How can you remain aloof?
Your innocence is not taken as proof
You are blamed for nothing
Even though you have said for everything
I have undergone trauma and suffered a lot
I have lost the war without being fought
I am not discouraged but feel so sorry
It adds to tension and worry
I can not leave the field as coward
I must think new and look forward
Even though I may not get reward
But the self satisfaction may be more than award
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Girls Have Rights Too
Girls must have the undeniable rights to speak,
And the God-given rights to choose and pick.
Girls must have the rights to be educated,
To be respected and to be protected.
Girls are human beings too;
Girls must have all the rights too.
Girls must have the rights to fight
For respect, comfort and decency.
Girls like boys are bright,
Girls must be able to taste the fruit of equality.
Girls are people too,
Girls are wonderful too.
Education is the light at the end of the tunnel,
And ignorance is the moon at the bottom of the funnel.
Education is the hope that triggers better opportunities,
It is also the antidote that defeats all sorts of disease.
Therefore, girls must have the rights to be educated,
To be protected and to be respected.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Up! Education
Education is important
Right from when an infant
Education is not about college
It entails a wider range of knowledge
Supplying a market of skills shortage
Education is great
It creates and decides upon ones fate
Never leave it too late
Education makes it a priority
To provide you with opportunities
So I say
OK! Up! Education
Feed the Nations
Up! Education
Education is in abundance
A constituent of importance
As we humans advance
It offers us life’s insurance
Education is the key to set you free
From joblessness condemnation
Education is the key to flee
From endless financial frustration
Education provides you with ammunition
To tackle any country, state or nation
Education gives you immunisation
Against surviving global frustration
Education relieves you
From absurd ignorance
Education exempts you and me
From parental allowance
For most adults
It is usually a concerning disturbance
So I say
OK! Up! Education
Feed the Nations
Up! Education
I take my time to stress once more
It is the path to successes door
Education is a treasure
One cannot significantly measure
By only your life’s attended lectures
Education is power
Your immediate answer
To questions that remain unanswered
Education is for all
Embrace it or fall
Education provides options
And sets the motion
In life for you to function
So I say
OK! Up! Education
Feed the Nations
Up! Education
Education is the name of the game
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Girls Or Boys, Educate Them
Atmaram was napping on his rocking chair,
O'er his chest was covering, the newspaper.
His spectacle was resting on his forehead.
A sign of deep concern, his face showed.
Of his five daughters, the last one was smart.
She took the newspaper and went through it.
What news would have disturbed his mind?
From the Newspaper, she wanted to find.
'Four girls of a drunkard farm worker,
Who were afraid of their dark future,
Sans education or job for self-support,
Hung from the ceiling in a suicide pact.'
As a father of five girls to be married,
It was but natural, if he was worried,
What would be the reaction of his girls,
Once they see this unpleasant news?
The news was carried to all the girls,
By the last one, who first went through this,
But they took it very casual, as they read,
Saying, a coward only would do such a deed.'
It's the education that creates self-confidence,
What if, girls or boys, it makes no difference.
So, build no more warhead or ammunition,
Instead move the world towards education.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Bag, Pen and Pencils
'I need bag, pen and pencils'
Books and uniform are shown costly in bills
Mother has sold some of the metal utensils
I look helpless, sore and awkwardly feel
Whole world is open to me for struggle
How long parent can support and be able?
What can a little boy think of bright future?
I have no answer and not very much sure
Education has become now profession
It must be admitted with true confession
What are we going to impart to the children?
When they have no slight idea about future even
I recall those early days and feel elated
Teachers were seen with honor and highly respected
They may offer any kind of assistance at odd hours
Teaching profession was considered best and seen with honor
Each and every boy was known by face
There were sometimes health race
For open competition and scoring the marks
But not of today's schools as they are like big sharks
If you go by standard then poor parent can hardly afford
They have nothing to offer and look forward
The schools running with aid can hardly offer
The child may find only darkness in future
You can see the heavy school bag behind the back
The students have everything at stake
Right from lunch box to the subjects
Home work is already done and now time to act
We are offering different world and open sky
They have only to follow mad race and try
Who know what will they be tomorrow?
If circumstances are favored and allowed
They are future for country
But not all are happy
Only few can scale the ladder and occupy
Rest all watch helplessly and try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not supposed to
Teens are not supposed to love
They are desperately and forcefully drove
It is still unbelievable and not agreed to
We face all ordeals to pass through
They are sentimentally driven
No facts stand to them as proven
It is coming as it is in new form
They are unaware and ill informed
It may be simple infatuation
They would love its continuation
It may be just facial attraction
It will be ill timed and hasty action
There are alarming reports
At an early age they are forced to abort
What a pity for school going children?
There life soon to become barren
We may continue on the basis of liberal view
This trauma may be faced by very few
It has reached to an alarming signal
It can’t be considered as normal
The teenagers have been lured to believe
They have all the rights to enjoy and live
Still it is proved to be an uphill task
It has miserably failed to last
The open education has done nothing
We may not come to know anything
Future may tell us about something
They stand exposed for everything
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For number of nights
I have wept for number of nights
Not knowing well what will be wrong or right
Will the life make me still to fight?
Or throw me completely out of sight
I saw my parent struggling very hard
They were nobles of very poor standard
Even small penny may make their faces red
The face lines would run quickly for me to read
I will hide face and cry underneath pillow
What are dreams for them to make it really grow?
A thin hope of glimmer would make their faces smile
I shall look towards sky as coming up boy for while
Many parents may be leading in same stage
They may have happiness for poverty to manage
Even thought there may not be stiff resistance
On many things they may have high hope and insistence
I have never cursed life as such
They have done enough and so much
In given circumstances no body could have fared well
I am their representative to feel the pulse and proudly tell
I know for sure that it challenge in life ahead
It may not be rosy but with dangerous way to lead
I might have to settle in unhealthy environment
Yet it will be forceful move with total commitment
I have not faced heavy son’s exposure
Life is spent with so much joy and pleasure
Parents have taken care to see that I am having all
Everything is made available at instant call
It runs in my inner soul to give little tease
I want to give fair trial for a moment please
Will be able to provide what parents want in quickest way?
Will I be able to meet their expectations with bright hope and ray?
All these days will be pushed in memory box
Do I really know whether it will turn me as cunning fox?
Or a black horse who keeps no promises but only hollow words?
I think future may speak well for parents what to look forward
I have now Whole Ocean to swim
I have no stout body but very lean and thin
It will make me to thrust more in any direction
Yet I am determined to make concerted move with action
I am young man in twenties with colorful dreams
Dedicated to follow healthy principles and whims
With strong resolve to stay in with main streams
Expect others to welcome me with open and wide arms
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The Key to Success
Education is relevant for a person to be successful.
Education empowers a person to become a leader.
Great opportunities are presented to professionals.
The future of a Person can be unpredictable if she lacks education;
an uneducated person does not have the knowledge
of what the future has to offer for her.
Education is an essential tool to make a pleasant and stable living out of a simple quotidian life.
High Education contributes to the increase of the graduate
in her social economic level.
Education is the main Factor for one to become wealthy,
Millionaire, or even
Multimillionaire.
Education offers the opportunity for a person
to become the owner of a mansion.
Education brings one the opportunity to please herself.
Perhaps, getting to travel often to interesting countries/places, or
to be the owner of the latest new brand sport car.
Education enables one to reach success.
Education makes one become influential.
Education gives one the opportunity to be
at the top with the highest wage.
Education gives one self-fulfillment.
A thief can take away money, a car, a property from a person.
but is definitely impossible to take education away from someone.
Education is worth $10,000 $50,000 $1000,000
0ne puts it value!
Education is certainly the main Element to become successful
and overall to reach one’s goals and dreams.
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A Good Education Need Of The Hour!
Education decides about the future life and work for all;
Education only helps to develop one’s life and work here.
Mere education is not passport to get job but it’s for life;
Mere education helps not to face life situation or crisis;
Common sense, presence of mind, general knowledge do!
For everything education is the base in the modern world;
Education is for freedom, development and fulfilment in life;
Education helps intellectual mind to acquire true knowledge.
Knowledge only can give power, freedom and satisfaction;
Knowledge of love, truth gives freedom to attain perfection.
Dharma is justice to live righteous life according to one’s nature;
Religion is to say about truth of God, dharma and culture to all;
Education is to help develop one’s capacity with apt knowledge
To express talent using ideas of knowledge in duty to do things
Beneficial to oneself, society to achieve joyful fulfilment in life!
Now education does not serve such purpose but crams knowledge
Incomplete just to do specialised jobs only for material benefits.
Complete knowledge makes link of science, literature and culture;
This could satisfy body, mind, heart and soul to achieve completion;
Love and knowledge make perfect to attain joy, peace, satisfaction!
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Education
In a deep dark jungle long time ago
Lived a lonesome caveman
He was a solitary soul
And he spent his playtime
Chewing meat from bones.
He didnt know how to talk much
He only knew how to groan
Then he lifted up his hands and reached to the sky
Let out a yell and no one replied.
Frustration and torment tore him inside
Then he fell to the ground and he cried and he cried.
But then education saved the day.
He learned to speak and communicate
Education saved the day.
He thanked God for the friends he made.
cos everybody needs an education
Everybody needs an education.
Black skin, red skin, yellow or white,
Everybody needs to read and write
Everybody needs an education.
Thank the day when that primitive man
Learned to talk with his brothers
And live off the land.
He left his cave and he moved far away
And he lived with his friends in a house that theyd made
He learned to think and to work with his brain
And he astounded his friends with all the knowledge he gained
He wrote it down on a rock that he found
And he showed all his friends and they passed it around
And then education came that day.
The day it came was a sacred day.
Education came that day
He thanked God for the friends hed made.
Well man built a boat and he learned how to sail
And he travelled far and wide
Then he looked up above saw the stars in the sky
So he learned how to fly.
Thanks to all the mathematicians
And the inventors with their high i.q.s
And the professors in their colleges
Trying to feed me knowledge
That I know Ill never use.
Thank you sir for the millions of words
That youve handed me down and youve told me to learn
But Ive got words in my ears and my eyes
Ive got so many facts that I must memorize
Because educations doing me in
I want to stop but my heads in a swim
Education drives me insane
I cant recall all the facts on my brain.
Education came that day
The day it came was a sacred day
Education saved the day
He thanked God for all the friends he made.
Teacher, teach me how to read and write,
You can teach me about biology,
But you cant tell me what I am living for
cos thats still a mystery.
Teacher, teach me about nuclear physics
And teach me about the structure of man,
But all your endless calculations
Cant tell me why I am.
No you cant tell me why I am,
No you cant tell me why I am.
Everybody needs education,
Open universities, education.
Every race every creed, education.
And every little half-breed, education.
Every nationality, education.
All the little people need education.
Eskimos and pygmies need
And even aborigines, education.
Well physics and geography, education.
Philosophy and history, education.
Science and biology, education,
Geometry and poetry, education.
Well, education, education, education, education
(repeat education till end)
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Hang them
O, creator, how to term act so cruel?
Should this be considered welcome and well?
Why not you punish them with your weapon?
They are not afraid and consider it as deserved coupon,
Shame, shame and shame on you,
You can’t be the creation of THOU,
Your are dark spot on humanity and shame,
Why we pray God and system not blame
All news head lines buzz with the stories,
This increases the burden and more worries,
Where we want to go and carry the world?
Committing the sins in day light with blood cold,
Actors, politicians, Godfathers all in race,
Descending gloom with dark paint on face,
Never hesitate to perform the bad act,
Money had blinded them and badly reacts,
Hang them, hang them is the out cry?
Should they be spared with life and why?
May they be preferring flights in the sky?
Not a shame on face and never feeling shy,
Bachelor and soldieries commit some times folly,
Situation responsible and not individuals wholly,
But these are respectable and influential,
Such stupid act committing in area residential,
Teenage girl may have to hide face and suffer,
No body to come forward and good words offer,
Nothing will guarantee her lost honour and pride,
Will have to say indoor and face hide,
Parent, if poor, will accept in kind,
Prestige and honour may not matter and mind,
Will go for any settlement and find,
Suitable match for any of the kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Should we feel
Should we feel ashamed of poor parent?
Is it the feeling so basic and inherent?
Can we make the difference not apparent?
What should and can be the real intent?
Do we need parents so rich?
Can they take us to highest peak or reach?
Can they make us to read human values?
Do they have any way to find the clues?
Can the poor parents prove to be real hindrance?
Can any one sight even single instance?
Are all big celebrities belonging to or from rich background?
Safe position and fortunes easily found
Poor parent never failed to teach
lessons of simplicity and hard work ready to preach
Never taught disobedience and rules to breach
Stories of fairly tales and not those of witch
May there be some compelling circumstances to yield
insistence for more efforts and hard labor in the field
Never to surrender or yield to pressure
Future for child always assure
It may not be matter of great concern
Can not disassociate self as matter of discern
Certainly Herculean task and very much on hand
Days are far off when child may grow and act as friend
Rich can afford and have an easy access
Relentless efforts for good education with no recess
Rich may prove and excel with his entire source
Poor may face problem but come out with force
Rich and poor really does not matter
Caliber is to be proved on simple platter
Not that rich may only shine
Poor may not leg behind and achieve the fine
Intelligence and personality is not anybody’s domain
Rich may find place and poor outside remain
Opportunities are open and free for all
Hard work and dedication is the final call
Strive so hard to reach on the top
Endless drive or progress non stop
What matters most is brilliant show?
River may remain calm after furious flow
Some of the youngsters blame the parent
For hardship and misery prevalent at present
There is lack of understanding and vision absent
It is like shadow on moon when looks like crescent
Many have come of their own despite being poor
Nothing prevented them from knocking the door
It was zeal and determined efforts to attain
Highest position and dignity to maintain
Good children bring credit to parent
They consider the opportunity as heavenly sent
What matters most is utilization of source?
It may shape the future with available force
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where do I fit into it all?
I have seen
brave men passing me.
Men who were composed
when death came agonising by
and stuck to the training
taught before
I have seen men believing
that victory belongs
to those that really dare
and snatching immortality
from the claws of death
against an outnumbering foe.
Still the meaning of it all
isn’t clear to me
and what battles and wars won
really bought?
I have seen good men
giving up their lives here
and sick of the impact of crime,
loosing hope for a future,
going away to stay
in another country.
I have seen wild men
making a life
out of whatever
destiny bestowed on them
and living it up
before the years
of old age could come.
I have seen grave men
calculating the cost
of investing in a desperate society
and deciding that all is lost
and withdrawing their investments
to make other opportunities
their goal.
I have seen great men
building up their lives
and starting new careers
from the ruins
of bankruptcy and unemployment
and against unfair laws
and black economic empowerment,
prospering from the lessons learnt
from life.
The question remains with me:
where do I fit
into it all?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Reminiscences Of My Students' Exemplary Behaviour
A few students got up at 5 A.M. to study
and went to bed after 11 P.M.completing Home Work.
They would be absent to Science Practicals
and recorded in their notebooks the readings of others.
When they were taken on tours to other States,
with bare hands they would enter the bus
and with bags of stolen goods they returned.
They would blow kisses at girls and receive in plenty.
Before they played games in tournaments,
they would take hot drinks along with their teachers.
Some boys of the suppressed classes would let loose
vulgar jokes on girls of other classes and sparked fire.
My students wouldn't give seats to the old in buses.
'Why shouldn't these dying ones wait and catch an empty bus? '
they would say but let the fairones to take their seats soon.
They would identify the bluffing teachers and be his friends.
The girls couldn't be advised against meeting of boy friends.
They would chop off a bunch of hair themselves
and put the blame on the strict teachers
and brought the media to torn them into pieces.
I don't hesitate to reminisce some of their progress in life.
Most of them had purchased jobs like drivers, conductors,
the serving nurses, electricians, and constables and so on.
A few had climbed to the top due to reservations or donations.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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